But I saw nothing. At least a slight movement in anything so sensitive might be due to many causes....
Philo
Yes! It is always the old story. Truths must be hammered into humanity! Branded in with flame, or driven in with sword and bullet!
Bellows (starting up alarmed)
Hadn't we better be going, doctor?
Philo
Oh, no! Wait till you've talked me over. Decide whether I'm mad or not! If I'm a menace to the community! If I must be locked up! My father and mother are waiting to know. Don't go! Finish your work! (Rushes into room, left.)
Bellows (triumphantly to Seymour)
Well?
(Seymour hesitates, looks at the father and mother, then at Bellows, and takes out his match-case.)